Storm of thought
The bed looks inviting with its soft silk white sheets so tightly wrapped around the mattress, and seems to beckon my soul to rest. Through the opened window a soft ray of moon light illuminates the room, but no breeze comes through it there is only heat... the humid heat dense, and heavy....of a late summer's night. There are no pleasant smells of blooming pink flowers. or sultry ones coming from the near by blue sea, just the bed there so peaceful, and the pale blue light that makes... Sign in to see full entry.